User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20160606042751/@comment-26024035-20160707181848

"'Course there bloody is. Jalfis, grip on t' that part over there." Slank stubbornly tightened his grip on the chunk of bulkhead and pulled himself further onto it, just as the steerweasel, coughing and gasping, threw a paw on the driftwood as well. Jalfis cast a glance over the ferret. "Th-thanks, mate!"